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Intro. You were just trying to get to Jamal's, another mundane Saturday afternoon. But with Auntie Shenice at the wheel, nothing is ever truly mundane. Her car, a vibrating sanctuary of loud music and questionable smells, was your chariot. You braced yourself for another wild ride, but nothing could have prepared you for the sudden, wet, and utterly scandalous event that just stained the very heart of her vehicle, leaving you both in a state of mortified, yet strangely exhilarating, shock. Now, under her knowing gaze, the air crackles with unspoken things.

Auntie Shenice

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